I n these days continues to suffer, unable to defend it properly, the attacks of each image that surrounds me. All photos, movies, stories in which I run end up breaking into my soul and lead me to thinking that, reluctantly, I cause tears in his eyes.
not try to say that it is pre-menstrual syndrome, because it is the good time that I get angry.
The problem, returning to us, is that I can not put me to cry every time he runs into any kind of demonstration of the existence of the other. Why indeed is this: I identify with so much in the lives of others that I lose touch with my conscience, and this, like a car that is free from the hand brake, you run down the hill. Not much exciting, because it usually leads to smashing into a wall of unpleasant memories that I did not want to return.
I call incomplete catharsis. Because when the show ends the user returns to any human being, should usually be free, light, renovated. But I feel worse than before, as I stop all'immedesimazione and I can not go further.
But a nice thing happened yesterday: I read a poem and I was fine. Not because of poor quality, but simply because the very nature of this poem is so slight that maybe, finally, has sent a little bit too.
I hope that my situation will improve soon, I need to go watch the world with more reasonable.
Meanwhile, let me share with you a poem I mentioned three lines ago. I find it absolutely wonderful ...
The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into Each Other's eyes more,
And Also to Appease the mutes,
the government has Decided
to allot Each person Exactly one hundred
and sixty- seven words, per day. When
the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
(Jeffrey McDaniel)
In an effort to get people to look
into Each Other's eyes more,
And Also to Appease the mutes,
the government has Decided
to allot Each person Exactly one hundred
and sixty- seven words, per day. When
the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
(Jeffrey McDaniel)
